"Selfish?"
Theron’s voice dropped into a deadly, sibilant hiss that practically froze the air in the grand dining hall. "You dare call me selfish? Why? Who in this room is only thinking of themselves? Who threw a tantrum because they wanted to be 'alone' and couldn't bear having a shadow guard follow them for their own protection? If you had a problem with my orders, you should have spoken to the commander who issued them—me!"
Keira’s hands slammed against the mahogany table. "Ha! I can't believe you!" she shouted, her voice echoing off the vaulted ceilings. "You just want absolute control over everything! We aren't robots, Theron! We are human beings! They are human beings!"
"I do not care! They are servants of the crown; they are here to serve! What do you even know about this world?"
